“I don’t see how.”
“Look here, Dan, I know it’s none of my business, but I’ve sometimes been afraid you’d leave school.”
“Why should I?” asked Dan, though his face betrayed something of his feeling, which was not altogether surprise.
“Why, we all know—it’s none of my business,” said Ned lamely. “I don’t suppose I ought to speak of such things.”
“Go ahead,” said Dan quietly.
“Well, you know,” said Ned hesitatingly, “all the fellows understand how it is that you are in the Tait School.”
“That Mr. Borden pays my way?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t ask him.”
“Of course you didn’t. Everybody knows that, and what we’ve been afraid of, now that Walter has shown himself to be such a chump, was that you—that if he didn’t quit—that some day you’d——”